After invoking Federikillo(1)in three times, he arrived with Claudia Carolina(2) wearing glasses at the steering wheel. Epale! Get on the car! The border line(3) is waiting for us.

We spend almost an hour before we presented our documents and ready!

Gordo(4) opened the bottle of wine, I came with the glasses. The ones in the front told us it was delicious followed by some affirmations.
Amused we arrived. There was no line to get into the venue. Around 30 people in total. Suddenly Federikillo and Gordo were talking with the guitarist of that fucking awesome Canadian band: NoMeansNo(5). The man was selling t shirts and records of his band. They(6)traded records, words, gestures and a big emotion inside.
A beer followed by another and the people started to crowd the place. Claudia, Gordo and Me(7) went to the billiard table. Federikillo was having fun, like only he know how, playing arcade games.
People kept on appearing. The Casbah(8)was full.
Then the first band starts mmh my ears didn’t enjoyed it so much, it was like a bad Xerox of Suicidal Tendencies(9).

We stayed outside with Pedro and his girlfriend(10). We smoked some cigarettes for a while.

The second band followedHostile Comb-Over(11)very well, very well. We watched them with a beer in our hand. People started to approach more.
Suddenly, everything was in the right position, ready to listen, yell and dance. You could only hear: Nomeansno! Nomeansno! Nomeansno! Then, nothing was the same…

The elder men came from the crowd, drummer, bassist and guitarist. The party started. The three men with its weapons ready to burst. Precision-attitude-will.
saludando
baterista
Saturation of noise, security guards at both sides (they were dancing too). A man came into the scene pushing under the control of a wheel chair. Move! His face seemed to tell us. We made him some space and we ended in a better place. Amazed I was looking at the bassist hands. The drummer grabbed the drum sticks like the old fashioned way. The guitarists appeared to be very shy, smiling and thanking for the applauses.
Jumps, yells and some jokes at the microphone, babbling, laughs and everything was taking us to a great “rockmantic” (12) night.
We lost Federikillo and Claudia. Gordo by my side, he forgot about his reality and flied together with all the emotion breathed in the ambient, it was transmitted.
tokando1
tokando2
tokandocolage
It was an amorphous mass of colors moving together with the noise. Sweat. Scent. Drinks. The party was still on and Nomeansno was the perfect present. The desire to go to the restroom came and I was angry to come out of that center. They played a lot, strong and constant. Some breaks between song and song.
masa
They went out.
They came back.
They came out with another song set, in those, some favorites. They disappeared in the stage and the mass with voice yelled some song names.
The place was crowded, people everywhere; billiards, corridors, the bar and restrooms. They came back for the last time with a pair of songs. They unleashed their Soul-Body (13) through punk rock rhythms and some blues. Songs and a lot of noise.
tokando3
tokando4
tokando5
aplausos
It’s over. A very nice moment. They didn’t played two of my favorites but everything was satisfying.
In our way out, the picture. Gordo and the left handed guys smiled to the camera that was in my hands. Ohhhhhh
cuajado

Everything was so good: tobacco, wine, beer, ride, ticket, records, picture, chat, chants, yells, jumps, joy, emotion, opened eyes, deaf ears, and telltale hearts. Very good concert.

While I was dancing, my friend told me: “Have fun! When are you going to live this moment again?”.

We came out happy and tired after this exposure of experience and rhythm filled with precise variations, simple, but very well executed. They were only three and they sounded like an orchestra or a symphonic (I don’t know which of those is bigger).
Federikillo droved we back while we were watching the clouds almost in the ground. The fog accompanied us back to Tijuana. Claudia abandoned us at the taxi cab. The taxi was in the corner. Destiny putted us back in the place from which we parted.

   
P.S. You missed hell of a show!!
 
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1.- The guys like him are short, they wear beret and have big knowledge about music.
2.- Woman, now housewife. Psychedelia lover. Federikillo’s trip partner.
3.- Don’t get emotive Camaleon, we are not talking about those lines.
4.- That one who says “Rock have no hours”. (My boyfriend)
5.- Threesome who plays since the 80’s, they have lots of records, in one of those records Jello Biafra (Dead Kennedys front man) sings.
6.- Gordo gave him the Los Adixión record and the left handed of the Les Paul guitar, corresponded him with their last record. Very well Gordo!!
7.- The one who writes this and yells on weekends (I have plenty will to live).
8.- A place you have to visit one day.
9.- One of the best old school hardcore bands.
10.- A couple we often see at the Casbah.
11.- A band that plays way good from San Diego, Ca.
12.- A word composed by two words, “romantic” and “rock and roll”. Because the romantic is not corny it is to love what you do. In this precise situation, the music.
13.- Soul, because some say it is closed in the body. Soul: a place where I think the feelings gather. Body, because some say the soul is the prison of the body. Body: logic proof of our existence.

The concert was on Saturday October 28 2006 at the Casbah in San Diego CA.

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